Teenage Hope of an Old-Fashioned Romance

Wake me up when you’re home,
you’ll be the first thing I see...


I’ll wear your jacket that day and put my straw in your fermented tea
It tastes just like sweetened beer, as always...
And you’ll eat my chocolate toast
as you read your worn out books,
while the rain is heavily pouring down outside


Then promise me I’ll be the last thing you ever needed,
just before you sail away
Over again...